KISS ME AS OF OLD, MOTHER.
On the field of battle, mother,
All the night alone I lay,
Angels watching o'er me, mother,
Till the breaking of the day;
I lay thinking of you, mother,
And the loving ones at home,
'Till to our dear cottage, mother,
Boy again I seemed to come.
Chorus.
Kiss for me my brother, sister, when I sleep deep in the grave,
Tell I died true to my country-her honor tried to save.
I must soon be going mother.
Going to the home of rest;
Kiss me as of old, mother.
Press me nearer to your breast:
Would I could repay you, mother.
For your faithful love and care,
God uphold and bless you, mother.
in this bitter woe you bear.- Cho.